I wanted him so bad.

So why couldn’t I have him?

Dammit!

I just wanted him to be mine.

My eyes stared at him the bottom of the bleachers as he spoke to her, his brown eyes shutting closed as he laughed, his perfect teeth shining through the small space in his mouth.

He was so gorgeous, everything about him. The way his hat stayed still to his head when he leaned back, how his blue jeans looked lik...

It was peaceful, the comic shop across the street was blasting some random hippie music—as usual.

So yeah, it was peaceful.

Just then, he walked out of the store. Cigarette in hand like he knew it was his only escape from life.

He leaned back against the wall, one hand in his pocket as the other lighted the the cigarette.

He didn’t care about the rain, the rain cared about him.

It covered hi...

It was June I think, Yeah, June.

That’s when I met him.

He was sitting on the other side of the airport, his headphones plugged in to his phone, the small Spotify screen hardly visible.

He had brown hair, and dark green eyes. His skin was tan which—was pretty common for Florida.

His head bobbed slightly to whatever he was listening to, part of me wanted to ask him but I know I’d just stutter th...

I grip his wrist and he smacks me, I fall back and look up at him with narrowed eyes and panting breath.

“You don’t get it!” I yelled.

“Why would I?” He asked, giving his boot a hit to my stomach.

I fall back, letting out a yelp as he pushed down on my back with his foot, his eyes staring down at me with an uncontrollable hiss.

I look up at him, my nose bloodied from hitting the concrete, war...

It was 2013

Kelly was 12 that is when her mother introduced her to romance novels. And it’s also when she fell in love with them.

Caring about romance was all she wanted to do, but actually loving someone?

Uh uh, no way.

That is, until Clark moves to Newdale, crossing paths with Kelly on her way home from college.

Meeting Clark was like meeting a dead plant, it had no use in her eyes.

Argui...

(No this isnt a poem, but god I had such a spark of inspiration from this that I HAD to write.)

I didn’t want to understand.

It didn’t make sense to me or any one I knew for that matter.

How could someone do something so cruel to children?

Children.

Maybe not even that.

Kaci Blanchard was sixteen when she did it.

Discovered her love for ending lives that is.

She started simple, going aft...

I’d collected things since I was a young girl, and my favorite was silence.

It was so easy to hold onto without having to make it disappear.

Yet, ever so sadly, nobody could see me.

Part of me liked it that way though.

Collecting silences gave a fulfillment to me that nothing else could, no matter the situation.

That is, until now.

It was October 24th, I’d just finished collecting the silenc...

I told my parents that when I grew older, I would have a chance at anything.

And for some reason, I didn’t.

My eyes shot open, my ears listening wearily for any source of sound.

Nothing.

I’d been running for almost two weeks now.

From what?

I don’t know.

But it felt like I needed to.

That if I didn’t stay still, they’d get me.

Now, my eyes couldn’t spot any light hardly, just a small...

At the end of the rainbow

There is no pot of gold

No luck or prosperity

Everything you thought was real has been sold

I watched my heart fall

Shred into two

No more happy endings

Feeling as though a worthless baby who can’t even crawl

I’ve given it my best

Even at my worst

Why did I think it was real?

Why won’t my heart just burst?

I want to cry

I want to scream

But my mouth holds me back

It o...

Why do we run?

From those who used to hide

Why do we give?

To those who used to be shoved aside

And why do they hurt us?

In ways we cannot bare?

It’s like a blank wall,

All you can do is try to care

Try to show them love

Just to let them know

That the way that they act

Doesn’t always have to pecked at by a crow

So yes, I will show love

To those who cannot

Because in my eyes

I prefer that they not...